The Cone of Shame

In my last post I talked about my trip to the beach and how I went swimming in the water. Well, that was only half the story. I did go swimming, during low tide, when all the rocks with barnacles are out of the water or close to the shore. Every time I ran to get my toy, the barnacles would cut my feet. Mommy didn't know I was even hurt because I showed no signs that I was in pain. I only wanted to keep swimming after my float toy.

Mommy stopped playing with me when she saw blood on the rocks. I don't even remember her cleaning my feet off because I just wanted my toy and that's all I could focus on. We left the beach right after this happened because Mommy didn't want the salt water and other germs to sit in my wounds for a long time. When we got home, I got a bath before Mommy cleaned out the cuts with alcohol. Mommy watched me for a bit to make sure I wasn't licking my feet and I kept going under the bed to do just that. Mommy said " Oscar, if you lick your paws one more time I will put the cone of shame on you!" and I thought OH NO! NOT THE CONE OF SHAME! ANYTHING BUT THE CONE OF SHAME!

I didn't listen to her and this is what happened.

It was so not cool, but I still made the cone look good. There is some good news too. I AM FREE OF THE CONE! That's right. As of yesterday, I have not needed the cone once because I am leaving my paws alone!

I couldn't be happier and I hope I don't need the cone for a long, long, long time!